Some days, you just get lucky. Yesterday was one. (OK, technically, it’s autumn already, but it still feels like the waning days of summer.) And not just because I was a guest on an incredibly beautiful yacht for a two-hour sunset cruise around Lake Washington. Although I have to admit: that part was pretty swell. It was a lovely mild evening. A little bit of haze in the air created a canvas for the setting sun to paint in rose and gold.
The real luck was this picture. When I first noticed the way the light played on the sails of this boat, the backdrop was the I-90 floating bridge. Not terribly scenic. We moved, it moved, and pretty soon the bridge was gone from view (or at least the viewfinder). Honestly, it wasn’t until I got home and downloaded the photos that I realized the ghost of Mt. Rainier had taken its place.